she went to see a mystic who made medicine from rain...

i'm back in indian lands after ages at the airport (tried to sleep, drank coffee and soup) and on planes (sleep, conor and the dark knight in bits - all out of order).
day 1 - visited relatives, my most soberest outfit was underappreciated by my grandfather who thought i looked like a hare krishna person and un professional, and my uncombed hair got its fair share of comments too...
day 2 - went to the , watched quantum of solace with aunts (daniel craig is the most non sean connery bond you can find and its beyond me how any of his mumbled pick up lines worked on the women in the movie).

day 3 - lunch with paro and divya (noodle house), sleptover at divyas (beautiful rainstorm which went on into the next morning).
day 4 - lounging at divyas (firefly watching, musicing, youtubing) and then dinner at an aunts place (the one who has tendencies of overstuffing...i still feel quite full now but it wasnt as bad as it couldve been :D)

plan for tomorrow - driving to bangalore to stay with my cousin...then meetings bout job on fri...blahblah...

ps.
was watching some news about a call girl and some politician (american i think)
and they quoted from what she said, something along the lines of - i'm just a 'normal girl', 'with many layers' ...and obviously i proceeded to crack up and thinks things along the lines of....LIKE WITH PIE!

tangled dream webs...

so it's early, the moon is crescenty and mysterious and i'm awake because i can never sleep before days o tension. anyhoo so much convoluted dreamage happened...
deepthi and labbu were there and we went to see solly and i was reminiscing about something he'd said which had stayed with me...i was telling his wife about it (something to do with balancing teacups and saucers and somehow this was of great design importance)and they were both v impressed that i still remembered it. and then dee and lab and me were in this creepy (but posh) place where they messed with people's brains and restricted their thoughts and what they could dream about...so one day you'd be forced to think only about the hideosity in your life and whatnot. then there was loads of stuff about trying to escape the place and being on 2 different train platforms (labbu on one, dee and me on the other...pli was supposed to be there but she hadnt arrived yet) and dee had to find something so we missed the train...
and in the middle of all this drama...i just know there was something bout kissing nathan fillion (i wasnt me at this point, i was a dream character). i dont remember the context. :)

Plank smells like fresh cut flowers spewn across a babbling brook with a hint of lemon.

i really wanted to watch it when i saw what it was about..i think i caught it in the middle somewhere and got totally freaked out...a dead man's voice speaking over unconnected visuals...like fat planks of wood going down a conveyor belt in some sort of wood factory..while he was talking about...not wood. usually i am all for things implying other things...but this would just work so much better without the eerie juxtaposition that reminds you of the deadness. id listen to it if it came out on audio and let my brain make me see. as a movie...the context in which he said those things (whatever) is just lost.

^for divya: it's a kurt cobain docu called kurt cobain, about a son (in case u cant watch the vids)

shiny!

i seem to be having packing problems...im almost done with one bag, but the other is completely empty. things i cant pack til the last min: bath stuff, laptop, wacom...(its like i have a packing mental block...have all the things laid out but cant put em in yet..)

anyhoo i must report on something magical that has taken place. i had these purple flowers in a bottle in my room and they lasted a really long time (months) and then today finally they looked a bit weedy so decided to get rid of em..and then i noticed the roots at the bottom :D now its a baby plant mutation thing and iv refilled the water and left it to live long and prosper hopefully.



other things iv done today: cleaned up window and stored away all the windowsill stuff, chucked (composted) many old bills, photographed then chucked (recycled) my innocent smoothie of the month bottle collection :(
transferred the audio recordings from my phone to the comp and listened hard to this weird one and identified sven's voice saying: i like static.
i have absolutely no memory of that convi. weird.

listening to: pete murray

Nina Van Horn: Excuse me, has anyone seen my crazy person?

Guess who's gone insaaane?!
ans: Chris Martin.